had lunch with my buddies on Monday to celebrate a couple of birthdays…
ordered from Spice Circle the day before and we picked it up… we always need to check because many restaurants are closed on Mondays, which we have learned the hard way, lol…
we had a variety of items and found the food hot and tasty… my goat thali was very nice… the one thing I might change was the packaging as it didn’t all fit into one container…
but there were leftovers for another meal for everyone;-)…
the project for Saturday was to return the regular mugs to the cupboard and put away the Christmas/holiday ones…
first thing I did was go into the office to get the boxes out from under the dresser…
and they weren’t there… even got down on my knees to be sure…
kind of freaked out wondering if I had accidentally put them in the giveaway pile which had gone out before the holidays;-(…
looked in the basement, kitchen and all over the messy computer room again… then I checked in the den closet and there they sat… clearly I put them in there knowing they would end up upstairs, but thinking I would save some steps when it came time to repack them…
whew… that got the blood pumping, lol…
didn’t take too long to get them changed over and looking good…
they sat on the stairway and then made it upstairs to wait for next Christmas…
and they will go to the spot I expect them to be…
in the dresser, in the office closet, not underneath it, with a label on the front🤪…
we have done first-footing since I was a little girl… for us, it meant that just before midnight on New Year’s Eve my dad, who had dark hair, would jump in the car and drive around to all our aunts and uncles and grandparents’ houses and take them an offering – it always included coal, bread and sometimes oranges and a little drink of something… I also remember how my dad would have to search out new coal every year because no one ever kept it from year to year, lol…
from Dalhousie Castle:
“Stemming back to the time of the invading Vikings in the 8th and 9thcentury, it is believed that the first person to enter a house, the “first foot”, can bring luck – or misfortune – for the year ahead. In Scottish tradition good luck comes in the form of a tall, dark-haired man being the first footer.” Dec 7, 2020
I spent time this morning looking back at some of the different ways it has happened for me…
my daughter being the first female to cross the threshold first when she was here in 2017…
my middle grandson taking home a bag and making sure to bring it and be the first one to cross my threshold…
my daughter arranging for friends to come by with a box of items she had sent to them…
while visiting the kids in Ottawa, having a diamond necklace in the bag because there wasn’t any coal, lol… and I did have to give it back🤪…
this morning I went out the back door in my housecoat, walked around to the front door, and first-footed myself…
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